Easter Blessing and the New Dr. Freud

"You have to write this in your blog" My friend yelled to me from across the room. "You don't even read my blog." I volleyed back to her. "Yeah, but it could help someone, you were right..tell them my story."

So here is my friend's story at her request:

As every couple's relationship has their hill and valleys so does my friend's marriage. During a "valley" period, my girl pal was sure that a marriage counselor would be quite beneficial and convinced her unwilling husband to finally go along. The first counselor was a female who apparently did not understand the male psyche enough for her husband, and it was immediately decided after only one session to terminate their relationship with said counselor.

Prior to getting involved with any experts, I had warned my friend about those "professionals" out there who sometimes did more harm than good, and that perhaps instead of getting a referral out of a book especially a book only listing who is covered under one's insurance plan, that perhaps a personal referral from a friend or other professional would be more preferable and less risky. Putting expediency ahead of proper preparation, my friend opted to go with a local therapist.

Thinking she had make a mistake upon entering the office is apparently an understatement. As she described the scene to me it appeared she and her husband walked into either a drug rehabilitation center or found themselves smack in the middle of an AA meeting. Quickly looking at the door of the office, it became apparent that this particular therapist shared office space with some other counselors doing a variety of different therapies, marriage counselling was only one area of expertise emanating from the office. After waiting almost 40 minutes for the right to purge their wows..Dr. Freud himself appeared ready to put this marriage back on track. (I will use the term Dr. Freud to identify the Dr. My reasoning will become apparent as you read on.).

Mimicking some accent I couldn't quite grasp she continued her story explaining that the "DR." (whose credentials cannot be verified at this time) advised her husband that he was a male chauvinist(a term not regularly bandied about since the 70's)and that he couldn't help it because he was brought up to be that way.(His mother's fault). My friend was told that once a week...the night specified by this doctor as the evening when all the stars would be in proper alignment for love and the moon would be in Aquarius;the following regimen had to be followed to a tee.
It was my friend's job to make sure the children were all settled and her husband's job to take an afternoon nap. Then at the magically appointed hour dictated by this Dr to be 10 pm, she was to wrap herself in the most provocative attire she could put together and join her husband in the bedroom to enjoy an evening of uninterrupted sex. Thus, he concluded this once a week regime would put their marriage right back on track.

Her husband walked out of the session quite satisfied that he was not responsible for any of the communications problems my friend regularly accused him of because he couldn't help it, and had been absolved of all fault by Dr. Freud. In his mind as long as he had sex with his wife once a week, he was fulfilling his job as a good husband and all would be right with the world.

My friend walked out shaking her head that it would be a cold day in hell before that little scenario unfolded and thus began the new "cold war" within the household! Well folks, tonight is the appointed night, I reminded my friend when I spoke with her this morning. I will do my best to keep you posted, but I tend to think the husband will be watching TV at 10pm tonight, ALONE.